HP's profit-seeking

Another gathering of Death Eaters.

The gloomy foyer of the Riddle House was filled with as many Death Eaters as they could.Everyone's face may be cruel or crazy, or silent, but no one knows what's really going on in their hearts.

Voldemort sat at the head, his bright red eyes reflected the Death Eaters sitting silently on both sides, "I think it's time for us to act."

"I need all the Death Eaters not registered by the Ministry of Magic to pretend to be ordinary people and sneak into the Ministry of Magic through various means. Yaxley, use your family power to seek a little one from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." The position shouldn't be difficult, right?" He asked very kindly.

A gorgeously dressed, gloomy wizard sitting on Voldemort's left raised his head slightly, and said with some pride, "Of course, master."

"Albert Runcorn, I need you to enter the Department of International Magical Cooperation...Jean Galliano, I want you to enter the Department of Magical Communications..." Voldemort clicked on the names of people one after another, arranging their Task.Almost all the departments of the Ministry of Magic have been assigned by him to his own staff.

"And you," Voldemort looked at Danica, who was sitting a little far away, and his tone became a little cold, "Danica, I want you to attend the interview with the third-level secretary of the Minister of Magic on April [-]st, which is Among the people I arranged for the position closest to the minister, only success is not allowed." His eyes were dim, and with a few words, he arranged this dangerous person who made his heart a little restless, far away.

Bellacritus, who was sitting beside him, glanced contemptuously at the silent red-haired witch, and snorted coldly.

The Death Eaters present quietly exchanged a tacit look with each other, thinking that the situation might change again, and some people might fall out of favor.

Danica didn't care about other people's scrutiny and speculation, she nodded slightly, "Okay, master."

A burst of crisp high-heeled shoes came, and Danica came back from the memories, and looked at the neatly dressed blonde witch who walked in front of her. Her name and position were written on the copper badge hanging on her chest: Yi Sabella Hawthorne, Deputy Secretary to the Minister for Magic.

Isabella Hawthorne glanced at the list in her hand to confirm the name, then smiled and said to her, "Is that Miss Wilson? It's time for your interview, come in with me."

"Okay." Danica gave her a good-natured smile, stood up and followed her through a shiny wooden door.

The empty room looked like a small conference hall, with five or six serious people sitting behind a long table, flipping through a large stack of resumes in their hands.The middle-aged wizard sitting in the middle was wearing a dark green wizard robe. He raised his glasses on his nose, and there was a deep mark in the middle of his brow. Obviously he often frowned.The people on both sides of him looked younger than him, both men and women, but they were all equally serious.One of the red-haired youths looked up at her, his face flashed with astonishment for a moment, and then quickly turned into calm in the next second.

Isabella Hawthorne walked beside them and took the vacant seat.She waved for Danica to sit in the chair across the long table.

Danica took a deep breath quietly, and sat in the chair, being looked at by half a dozen sets of eyes.

The middle-aged wizard in the middle cleared his throat after reading the last sentence of her resume, "Miss Wilson, I read your resume, and your grades in school are very good, almost all of them are O's. And You have already been certified by the Alchemist Association at the age of 16." He looked sharply at the calm young witch in front of him, "Obviously you are a research-oriented talent, why do you want to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

"As you know, it's precarious to rely on your head and talent to make a living. I need a more stable job to maintain my life." Danica smiled slightly, and glanced at the nameplate on his body calmly, "And, Game of Thrones also excites me, Mister Austin."

He gave her a meaningful look, "Yes, yes, who is not here?"

A witch with her hair combed meticulously next to her suddenly asked, "Miss Wilson, did you graduate in June last year? You came to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a job almost a year later. I would like to ask, what did you do during the blank time?" what to do?"

Danica looked sideways at this witch who looked like a young version of Professor McGonagall, she was slightly taken aback, "Oh Ms. Douglas, I have studied in an adult university in the Muggle society for more than half a year. I have to say that even if Muggles don't Can use magic, but they have many novel discoveries."

Douglas nodded flatly, nothing could be read from her face.Several other interviewers also asked Danica several questions one after another, and she answered them graciously.

"Okay, Miss Wilson, I think we have understood. Now please go outside the door and wait for a while with other interviewers. I think we need to discuss it a little bit." Isabella said with a smile.

Danica couldn't guess from the faces of the interviewers whether she could be selected until she walked out of the room and the wooden door was closed.She sat down next to a group of nervous interviewers and waited, thinking that perhaps the first lesson of being an official was to keep calm.

Ten minutes later, Isabella opened the door, and a dozen pairs of expectant eyes looked at her. She seemed to have not seen it, "Danica Wilson, you can come in and sign the entry contract."

Danica breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into the conference room again under many envious eyes.Several interviewers were busy clearing up the things on the table. Austin packed up his briefcase and stood up first, "Miss Wilson, welcome to the Minister's Logistics Department. I am John Austin, Permanent Secretary. This is Percy Wayne Sly, Assistant Secretary. Douglas is my partner, Second Permanent Secretary. The rest are our subordinates, Deputy Permanent Secretaries. And you are subordinate to the Deputy Secretary, their secretary. Although you are the third level secretaries, but we all work for the Minister and are attached to the Minister's Logistics Service."

He came over and shook hands with Danica, finally showing his first smile of the day, "I look forward to working with you in the future, Wilson."

"You won't be disappointed." Danica said confidently, taking his hand back.

Others also congratulated her and filed out. "I'm exhausted..." "I can't even imagine so many people coming for an interview!" Their discussion became smaller and smaller as they went away until they could not be heard.

Percy Weasley also came over and shook hands with her. He pursed his mouth into a straight line, hesitated for a while, and then lowered his voice and said, "I moved to London, I remember you live in London too? Maybe... ...you and Fred can come and visit me sometime..."

"I will, Percy." Danica lowered her voice too, and the others didn't notice the brief exchange between them.Percy let go, and followed out of the conference room.

Isabella Hawthorne stayed at the end to handle the finishing touches.She rummaged through and found a document, "Wilson, come and have a look at the contract, if there is no problem, you can sign it."

Danica quickly scanned the text of the contract, signed her name at the end, and handed it to Hawthorne.

She took a glance at it, and suddenly stopped in doubt, "Huh?" Some letters of the signature Danica Wilson originally written on the paper slowly disappeared into the paper, and new letters emerged to form a signature. new surname.

"It's Danica Weasley on it," Hawthorne looked up at Danica, "Your file in the Ministry of Magic has changed, you and the director of the Office of Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Articles What does Thur Weasley have to do with Percy Weasley?"

"Oops! Merlin's beard, I forgot!" Danica cursed secretly. She forgot that the Ministry of Magic would register wizard marriages in real time and change the files.Calmly, she drew out her wand.

Elizabeth Hawthorne continued to press, "Didn't you say your surname is Wilson? Are you married..."

"The soul is out of body!"

An ethereal sense of control flowed from Danica's mind, running down her veins to connect her to the wand and the spell just cast.It was a very strange feeling, and she couldn't help shaking her head slightly, "Fortunately, it worked, thanks to the fake Moody."

Danica raised her head and smiled at Hawthorne who was under the Imperius Curse. Her eyes were a little dull, but her movements did not stop at the slightest, "Oh yes, Wilson, you have signed. I think you can take this I went to find Benjamin Rankin on the first basement floor to go through the entry procedures, and he is mainly responsible for personnel changes."

"Thank you, Miss Hawthorne." Danica took the file, "However, there is one more thing I need to do before I leave..."

She quietly tampered with Isabella's memory before leaving the conference room.After she left, Isabella Hawthorne shook her head, and said to herself with some doubts, "It feels like something happened just now..." At this time, a lavender paper frame floated through the crack of the door Hawthorne reached out and grabbed the plane, unfolded it, and looked at it, "Come to me again! Can't someone else do these crap things?!" She crumpled up the sticky note angrily, picked up a bunch of folders and went out .The moment she walked out the door, she put on a kind smile again, which was her mask.

Danica took the elevator to the first basement floor, and she passed through a series of shiny wooden doors, each with a small sign with the name and position of the person in the room.She finally found Benjamin Rankin's office. After knocking on the door a few times, there was no answer, so she opened the door with some doubts.

The man with gray hair lay on the table and fell asleep. Danica gently pushed him a few times, "Sorry, Mr. Rankin, I'm a new employee..."

He opened his eyes and glanced at her in a daze, and pointed casually, "The files are in the filing cabinet on the left, when you go out, turn left and the third unnamed room is your office, write your name and position, and start working tomorrow. Thank you, please remember to close the door when you leave." After speaking, he continued to lie down and sleep.

Danica opened the file cabinet speechlessly. Row after row of personnel files were neatly placed inside. She found a place to put them in, like a small stone thrown into the boundless sea.

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After finally tidying up her office, Danica closed the door, waved her wand, and a few shiny gold words were engraved on the small door plate: Danica Wilson, Deputy Secretary to the Minister for Magic.

She followed the rushing people into the elevator, the gate slammed shut, and began to descend rapidly.Not long after the elevator stopped, a hollow female voice said, "The second floor, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Department of Prohibited Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Agency."

Some people go out, some people come in.A somewhat familiar person approached Danica's sight. Roger Davis was wearing a formal wizard robe, his hair was all combed back, but a few strands of black hair were scattered on his forehead wearily.He frowned at the documents in his hand and followed the crowd into the elevator.

Danica sneaked up to him and tugged at the hem of his shirt.Roger looked up, surprised to see her.

"Eighth basement, main hall." The empty female voice in the elevator said without emotion.

Danica stood in a corner, looking at the golden spray paint in the center of the spacious main hall, reflecting golden light on the polished wooden floor and walls.There were many fireplaces on both sides, and people came out of them in a hurry, forming a crowded stream.

"So, you came to work at the Ministry of Magic?" Roger put the folder under his arm, lit a cigarette sideways, and took a deep puff. "I never thought I would see you at the Ministry of Magic."

"I didn't expect it either. I don't like being an official. When I was a teenager, I thought I would be a researcher when I grew up." Danica shrugged, "But there is no way, I have to carry out that person's order. "

"Seriously, Danica, this is not for you." Roger exhaled a puff of smoke, "Officials are corrupt, and only people like Umbridge can get along well. You don't know, she was taken by Hogwarts After resignation, he returned to the Ministry of Magic, still in his previous position, Deputy Minister of Magic."

Danica stared at him wordlessly for a moment. "What about you, Roger?"

"Me?" There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of Roger's mouth, "I can't bend my spine, I can't learn to flatter, and I have lost my father's protection. I am still just a small employee."

Danica approached and patted him on the shoulder, reassuring, "It's fine as you are now, don't change. And," she looked into the distance with deep eyes, "I can give you the bottom line, Ministry of Magic There are people planted by that person everywhere, and sooner or later there will be chaos here."

"I'm not surprised at all," Roger pressed the cigarette butt into the flower pot. "The Ministry of Magic has a bright surface, but the inside is rotten. Let's not talk about that."

Roger smiled, with joy in his eyes, "Stacey is pregnant."

Danica was taken aback, "So fast?"

"It's been two months, and the due date is around Christmas." Roger took off his pretense and appeared mature, like a young man at a loss, "I also think he came a bit too suddenly, after all, we are still very young...but Now that it’s here, it’s like a surprise, and we happily accept it.”

Danica laughed. "Congratulations, Roger, you're starting to learn how to be a father."

"Yes, I've read a lot of books recently, it's too difficult..." He stopped suddenly, and said with a smile, "You can't learn this kind of thing from books."

"Come on." Danica picked up the handbag at her feet, "I'm leaving, you should go back to work quickly. See you tomorrow."

"Come over to our house if you have a chance, Stacy misses you very much." Roger stroked his hair, brushed the loose hair back to the back of his head, restored his mature elite appearance, and walked into the crowd naturally.

Danica waited a minute before walking out of the corner, into a spare fireplace, and flooed back home.

"You're finally back!" Fred, who had been waiting in the living room, greeted him. "How did it turn out? Have you been hired?"

"Of course." Danica raised her chin slightly proudly.

"Yeah!" Fred jumped onto the sofa excitedly, "I can finally experience the feeling of government-business collusion!"

Danica didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she pulled Fred off the sofa, "Don't be like a child, Fred. Have you forgotten that your father and Percy are both officials? Today I met Percy , he said he had moved to London and invited us to his house."

"Dad's busy with wizards bewitching Muggle things every day. And as for Percy," he said with a look of disgust on his face, "he cut himself off from the family and told us to visit him? A moron who loves the Ministry, runs away from his family, and has too much power, ignore him."

"But I may be working with this idiot you say for a while." Danica took off some formal wizard robes and changed into an ordinary skirt. "Come on, we have to go to the Burrow."

"There's still time," Fred stood up from the sofa, picked up a paper bag, and walked into the fireplace together with Danica's arm. "This time, I finally don't have to pretend to be someone else."

Danica laughed and said, "Yeah, you've got to be honest when you're married."

"The Burrow!" A green flame suddenly ignited.

There was a sound of footsteps from upstairs, and George strode down from the upstairs of the Burrow. He saw Fred standing with a young woman from a distance, her back was turned to him, and she couldn't see her face.

"You're bringing back another one!" laughed George. "Mom! I just said Fred's going to be bringing back a new girl this time, and this time it's a redhead..."

Danica turned around, and George's voice suddenly broke because of shock, "Danica?!"

"Danica is here?!" Molly Weasley poked her head out of the kitchen, and walked out quickly with some surprise, "I'm so happy that you can come, I miss you dear."

She wiped her hands on her apron twice and hugged Danica tightly.

"I miss you too, Way—" Fred smiled and glanced at Danica, who paused and changed her words, "Mom."

Fred cleared his throat. "Mom, we got married a week ago on Easter."

Mrs. Weasley let go of Danica in surprise, and stared blankly at Fred.Bill, who happened to be walking back and forth to the kitchen to pour water, also heard his words, and raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "You are quick to move, and you are the first to get married in the family. Mom, if you can agree earlier, Furong and I will get married sooner." You can get ahead of them." There was a hint of regret in his tone.

Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to have heard him, it took her a long time to realize, her face was flushed with anger, "F-Ray-de-We-S-Ley!"

"How dare you! You are not yet twenty!" She yelled angrily, "A big event like marriage! You didn't notify anyone! You only notified us after it was over. You have always been like this! Mischievous, rebellious, Caprice! And you, George! You two alike!"

"???" George Weasley, who was lying on the gun, spread his hands with a question mark on his face.

Danica quickly eased the atmosphere in the middle, comforting the furious Mrs. Weasley, "Mom, I really don't blame Fred this time, it was me who suddenly proposed to get married—"

"Don't cover him up! How can you mess around with him? I'm not blaming you, I'm glad you can be part of the family..." Molly's tone eased, "But you don't know that this bastard is here after you break up How many girlfriends did you find after that..."

"Oh? Oh, it's okay, I love him very much..." Danica said quickly.

"Mom!" George yelled, "That's not the point, the point is that Danica is—"

Fred quickly peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, taking the opportunity to cover his mouth, "Our wedding candy, come and have a taste of George." Then he lowered his voice, "We will talk to Mom about this later One bomb is enough, two bombs will make her faint."

After making sure that he would stop talking nonsense, Fred let go of his hand and walked over to Danica, "Mom, where's our birthday cake?"

"In the oven!" Molly exclaimed, "I forgot to set the time! How long has it been?!" She turned and dove into the kitchen.

George suddenly retched, he covered his mouth and ran to the toilet to vomit for a while.Then he walked out leaning on the wall, and said in disbelief, "You take Tutu candy as wedding candy?"

Fred retorted, "And nosebleed nougat and fever candy."

He was answered by another vomit.

Late at night, Danica and Fred returned to the dark home. She staggered out of the fireplace, fell on the sofa, and said with a smile, "I'm so happy, Fred, the Weasleys They are all lovely people…”

Fred straightened the shoe she had kicked aside, took off the other high-heeled shoe on her foot, and said with some resignation, "You drink too much, Danica."

"I didn't! I just drank two glasses..." She said with a serious face, but raised her hand in a gesture of three.

Fred sighed and resigned himself to taking care of the drunk Danica, undoing the top button of her skirt so she could breathe.

Danica let out a burst of giggles, "Mom keeps talking about your seven ex-girlfriends, and she looks at me like she's looking at a teenage girl who's lost her footing...she even thinks you're infatuated with me Potion! This is so funny..."

Fred stopped, and the light from the street lamps outside the window reflected in his eyes, he looked at Danica seriously, "Yeah, I am self-willed, rebellious, and like to mess around, and I can't help you, why do you love me?" Where was the last time I was such an asshole?"

"Oh Fred, I love you," Danica said, bending down and touching his cheek, the breath of alcohol from her breath on his lips, "because you deserve it, you're all my joy, yes The hope I struggle with in the dark."

"You are my salvation."

The author has something to say:

1. Hope there is no typo...

2. Thanks lian for mine!

3. Danica's Ministry of Magic branch is open